The Moon Can Keep Secrets
She stumbled blindly through the darkness, unsure of where she was going, yet going there with the same determination she would have in any other circumstance. The knees of her jeans were ripped and stained red from cuts she had attained earlier on the gravel road. Her shirt was no better; wrinkled and muddied, it did her appearance no good.
A strong wind picked up and whipped around her frail body. She shivered, though she knew it was more from the emotions she was feeling than from the actual chill in the air. Her hair thrashed wildly around and fell in her eyes; it was immediately pushed away with practiced ease. He had always said she looked beautiful with her hair falling in her eyes.
Thunder growled from high in the heavens. She paused and looked around, possibly hoping to see something familiar, unable to even see her hand in front of her face. Lightning aided her search with a quick flash, illuminating the cabin in front of her.
He was there, she remembered suddenly. He was there with her and she was the reason they weren't together anymore. She was the reason he didn't love her; didn't love her or her hair in her eyes.
She shuffled slowly up the steps and to the door of the cabin, half expecting him to open the door and smile sweetly at her. But no smile came – just another flash of lightning, and the crash of clouds colliding and mixing. The door screen door opened with ease, and then the wooden door behind it. They had left it unlocked, the foolish couple.
She stepped quietly into the first bedroom, then made her way over to the bed. She was sleeping there, her blonde locks falling all around her. The dirtied traveler stared longingly at her, wished with all her heart to be in her place, to be the one he still loved. He probably loved her because of those blonde locks, she thought suddenly, and she acted before she could change her mind.
She gripped the silky hair in her fist and cut it quickly with the knife she had brought along with her. She didn't know why she had slipped it into her pocket in the first place, but she had, and now it was of use to her... She walked as quickly as she could to his room, where she laid the cut hair on his bedside table, where he would see it in the morning.
The walk back to the girl's room seemed to take forever. The blonde was mumbling something in her sleep, but she didn't wake up and the traveler was thankful for that. She cradled the knife in her hands before gripping its handle in her right fist. Thunder clapped and the girl's eyes shot open, a scream about to leave her lips when the knife dug into her chest.
The dirtied girl ran from the room then, out of the cabin and down to the lake. The clouds parted and the moon shone through, giving her light to see her reflection. Her brown eyes were piercing and crazy against her wild, raven hair falling in her pale face. There was mud smeared across her cheek.
A sob sounded and she was surprised to realize it erupted from her own damned throat. She could hear his voice calling through the cabin up the path. She knew he would find her soon, and then call the police. They would catch her. She had been stupid and left the knife with her fingerprints.
She glanced up at the moon. He had loved the moon, had always wanted to go stargazing with her. He had told her he would give her the moon if he could. He had loved her. She still loved him.
They found her drowned body on the other side of the lake three days later.